Free Time
Free Time
It is time for free.
Let us ramble and play,
And visit the lovely birds.
Look! They are active and free,
And glean crops from corn fields.
Then have bath in cool boon,
And take nap on boughs at noon.
Look! They are neat and gay,
And greet rovers on limbs sway,
And sing all the day.
It is a moment for glee.
Let us roam by streams in green-lands,
To enjoy our time with gentle bland,
And rustle of dancing leaves,
And babble of leaping weaves,
When they dandle the banks' caves,
And dabble the dapper geese,
Who came from distant land,
To spend their free time
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